The Faded Root

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The Faded Root

The rain against the windowpane sounded like a slow, wet applause. Elias sat at the kitchen table, his hands wrapped around a mug of tea that had gone cold an hour ago, watching the steam rise in thin, ghostly ribbons before dissipating into the damp air of the house. He was a man who listened to things that others ignored, the creak of floorboards that spoke of memory, the hum of the...

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